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The
Story of Jasper's Restaurant
Jasper Tilden discovered early that fresh Maine clams had a
market when he was an Ellsworth seafood wholesaler. In 1948 he
opened The Clam Shack on High Street with a take-out window for
fried clams. Business was brisk and before long local people
were parked all around the Shack, eating Jasper’s Fried Clams
right in their cars. The following year Jasper and a partner
built the Brookside Restaurant, also on High Street. The
reputation for great fried clams spread quickly. During the ’50s
busloads of people came to the Brookside after sports events
from Down East and as far away as Bangor. In 1954 a fire
destroyed the Brookside. They rebuilt but Jasper sold out his
interest in 1957 and bought the small restaurant and motel
across the street on today’s site. By August of ’58 Jasper’s
reputation for great seafood brought him more customers than the
tiny restaurant could accommodate. Once again, people were
sitting in the parking lot eating fried clams! Jasper enlarged
the kitchen. A couple of years later, he added the Green Room,
taking out the adjacent motel units. Jasper kept building on and
adding units until by 1960 the restaurant and motel reached the
size it is today. In January of 1978 Jasper fell victim to a
stroke and in 1980 Nancy, his daughter, bought the family
business and she is your host today. She has made a lot of
improvements. In 1990 a new kitchen was built and the old
kitchen area was used to create a new dining room, the Port Hole
Room. In 1994 the Green Room was retired and that space was
redesigned and decorated to become the Crown Room. This room is
available for private parties and functions from 30 to 70
people.
The menu, too, has had some changes to reflect the health
conscious way people dine today while maintaining Jasper’s
reputation for honest to goodness food. Two of the cooks,
Freddie and George, were trained by Jasper.
The family thanks you for eating here today. They are sure
you’ll enjoy the food and if you insist on eating fried clams
out in the parking lot, they’ll pack them to go in memory of
the good old days. |